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Stepping on daises,
stepping on glass,
How else am I to ask?
Instigate a tiny bit,
crack the door a creak,
slam it in my face again,
send me reeling back.
I take it by the silence,
that you refuse to break,
that I can't fix what I broke,
but I love what I made.

Stepping on daisies,
stepping on glass,
pulling out rose thorns,
embedded in my past.
not only by you, but so many
healing is my priority,
when well you allow a mend?
if it would heal you to yell,
yell at me, please!
I told you once, I am not fragile,
have you learned that yet?

Stepping on daisies,
stepping on glass,
we're so much older,
supposedly wiser,
why are we hiding behind
poetic reason, simple rhyme?
are we afraid of confrontation,
of a pain it may bring?
are we still to immature to admit,
yes and no, wrong and right,
are we afraid of a little fight?
shall we both become scared
and avoid, take flight?
I am a bird, a lovebird, happy,
I can't imagine better right now,
except if I knew how to heal,
not just me, but maybe if I could,
if it would, even, help you?

Stepping on daisies,
stepping on glass,
Alice fell and floated down,
ate and drank, grew and shrunk,
changed a lot, realized some,
accepted what is and isn't,
played with the not,
escaped with what was,
awoke to reality, maybe,
just maybe, a lesson, yes?

Stepping on daises,
stepping on glass,
How else am I to ask?

Description
Stepping on daises,
stepping on glass,
How else am I to ask?
Instigate a tiny bit,
crack the door a creak,
slam it in my face again,
send me reeling back.
I take it by the silence,
that you refuse to break,
that I can't fix what I broke,
but I love what I made.

Stepping on daisies,
stepping on glass,
pulling out rose thorns,
embedded in my past.
not only by you, but so many
healing is my priority,
when well you allow a mend?
if it would heal you to yell,
yell at me, please!
I told you once, I am not fragile,
have you learned that yet?

Stepping on daisies,
stepping on glass,
we're so much older,
supposedly wiser,
why are we hiding behind
poetic reason, simple rhyme?
are we afraid of confrontation,
of a pain it may bring?
are we still to immature to admit,
yes and no, wrong and right,
are we afraid of a little fight?
shall we both become scared
and avoid, take flight?
I am a bird, a lovebird, happy,
I can't imagine better right now,
except if I knew how to heal,
not just me, but maybe if I could,
if it would, even, help you?

Stepping on daisies,
stepping on glass,
Alice fell and floated down,
ate and drank, grew and shrunk,
changed a lot, realized some,
accepted what is and isn't,
played with the not,
escaped with what was,
awoke to reality, maybe,
just maybe, a lesson, yes?

Stepping on daises,
stepping on glass,
How else am I to ask?